Death Will Win �Drip� drip� drip� the sound keeps coming. Creeping, crawling, slithering it�s way toward you. You can�t escape it, no one can. It will consume your soul. No one can be saved. Your whole life, predetermined before you can decide. It will pounce, when you least expect it, the time when the sun and moon collide. That is when you know your fate has come. On and on it will ensue�. Closer and closer together life�s mysteries will come. Soon they�ll merge, one fatal day. And that is when all your worst nightmares will become a reality. You can�t escape, it will kill us all, don�t run, don�t hide, just wait. Wait� and when that day comes you�ll be the only one ready. Don�t tell� me�an-�� Johnny shot awake from his sleep with a sudden jerk. His room was dark; the only light was a streak of moonlight running across his bed. Everything in his presence had a blue essence to it. The dark, mysterious kind that can only been seen in your dreams. The surreal glow of the room, made Johnny shiver with fear. The whole presence reminded him of a horror story. He glanced around, as if checking for something. The old toy chest was seated in the corner. Open� not how Johnny remembered it, but he didn�t seem to notice. The old creaking tree made his head twist with a sudden jolt. It was waving in the wind, as if saying goodbye to an old friend who was leaving. Johnny glanced suspiciously across the room. Eyeing the window as if something were to appear at any second. It glowed with the moonlight, leaving the trees to speak for themselves. All of a sudden if yanked by a string, Johnny shot up. �What-t wa-a-as t-t-tha-t?� Johnny gradually made his way toward his door; under the pale moonlight he almost had the complexion of a cat. Creeping, about to prance on his prey� little by little as to not to startle something. Inch by inch he made his way. Suddenly as if the string had snapped, he stopped. Perplexed by something on the wall. The faint shadow of something crawling� following him. He glanced up� as if the wind had changed the aura of the room. Now as if his conscious had just set in, he dashed along the wall. Mind racing a million times a minute. The only sound in the cold, cruel air was his heart� pounding along the hard wooden floor. Closer, closer, he approached. Not knowing that whatever it was that he was entering would engulf his whole being in a single swoop. He halted, his eyes glaring like two uncut rubies. �I k-know you�re ou-out t-t-there,� Johnny managed to utter out of his shaking lips. �j-just p-p-please d-don�t hurt m-me, or-r my fam-m-mily.� All of a sudden, as if hell had just frozen over, a shriek echoed through the dark and gloomy house. Johnny�s eyes burst with fear, leaving little shards of his confidence thrown about on the wooden floor. Cautiously he tried to gather his confidence back up. Swiftly moving, like a sudden jerk would result in his own death. BANG! Johnny shrieked, it sounded like that of a little girl discovering a spider for the first time. He dashed down the stairs like a cheetah chasing its dinner. As fast, and enormous his leaps and bounds were, he still managed to keep the swiftness of a cat. He was on a high ecstasy, and nothing could stop him now, nothing, or at least he thought. He halted in his footsteps as if he just got caught in drying cement. There on the wall was the most grotesque sight Johnny had ever seen. Drip, drip, drip... it kept coming, a continuous sound of evil. The sound of the devil, blood dripping on the newly furnished floors. He looked up, expecting to see his worst nightmare in front of him, the thing that would consume him alive in one slight gulp. But this sight was worse. He slowly and carefully raised his head, preparing for the most dreadful thing from hell. He saw it, the bloody head of his father, hanging from the wall. Held up by nails that were penetrating into his skull. His eyes, as big as the moon on Halloween. He looked like he died of fright more than the wound that had caused him to lose his head. Johnny quenched his eyes shut in a panic, as if it would wake him up from this nightmare he was living. Slowly and surly he lowered himself into the fetal position and sat there in complete terror as he rocked back and forth, trying to make the dream better. A couple minutes passes, until he finally opened his eyes again. Hoping to find himself awake in his bed. He stood there, the sight memorizing his glare and not letting anything else steal eyes for this moment. This moment, one that would be stuck in time for eternity, never to be awoken, was all that Johnny needed to prove to him that this was his nightmare. A nightmare come true, all the evils in hell gathered up into one being more evil than the devil himself, and consuming all it sees. Johnny started jolting around, glancing in all direction praying not to see the creature that did this, but also hoping for revenge. Revenge that would kill him for all of eternity and send him to the lowest level in all of hell. Johnny stood there, complexed by the sight of his dead father, just watching, not moving, not speaking, and just watching... like maybe watching the head drip would bring his father back to life. All of a sudden Johnny broke out of his trance. �M-mom� the words came stuttering out of his mouth. �M-mom, M-m-mom can y-you h-help-p m-me? Mom w-where are y-you?� He stared freaking out, frantic as if his cat-like complextion had just been dropped into a pool of water. He made his way, stealthy towards the kitchen. All of a sudden, as if the moon had just come out for the first time tonight, he saw a sight. The most misshapen and awful sight his juvenile eyes had ever seen. It was a mixture of all your worst nightmares combined together. It was hell. Ruler of everything evil in the world, killer of the light and bringer of the darkness. He had her, tight in his grip, no one could save her soul, and he had already sucked it out of her. Staring at Johnny he grabbed a knife from the counter, careful not to give him an opportunity to try and save her. He raised the knife and drove it into her skin. The knife penetrated the flesh like salt in an open wound. The shriek of a thousand dying horses sprung out of her mouth, as if the soul was getting sucked out as she bled. Blood flowing into eternal darkness�. Covering everything in sight. Life turning over into hell for eternity, and the grave being dug as the demons took her away. Johnny, still in shock, darted as fast as his legs could carry him. The house, seeming so much superior than he ever remembered, seemed like it would never end. At last he came towards the door, after what seemed like perpetuity of running. He ran, ran away from the evil in the house, the evil in the world. He finally buckled into a ditch behind a tree. Trying to cover himself as best as he could, anxious that if the demon were to find him, he would be the next to go. He sat there for a long time, eyes closed, trembling with panic of the unknown. Without even knowing what was going on, he started to get up. Slowly, cautiously, as if he would agitate the lifeless if he made the slightest move on their graves. He made his way toward the graveyard. The never-ending path that led to the graveyard was covered in moonlit shadows from the trees. Dancing in the wind, as vivid as an ember in a mid-winter storm. The graveyard stood there with an eerie glow that seemed to follow him from the house. There was a thin layer of haze that seemed to be drowning the graves. |